Funny fanstasy poem
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Oh, Njoku; oh, Njoku, my worthless Tight End.
I so foolishly stuck with you, through thick and through thin.
Your worthlessness each week, quite quickly grew old
Your inability to produce, was a sight to behold.
With hands like a lineman and feet full of lead,
For fantasy purposes, to me you were dead.
The waivers, however, were mercilessly stripped,
So, into the Championship, with you I did limp.
But, alas, what is this, on the scoreboard I see?
Is it true, in the Ship, you have come through for me?
Indeed, you've allowed me to have the last laugh.
So, thank you, Merry Christmas....and 3 words: Do Not Draft
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